Think ahead. It's July 2015, and the sun is slowly burning the morning mist off the marsh.
Suddenly a call rings out. And there, rising majestically out of the vapour, are the tallest, most glorious birds you have ever seen; their long necks stretched out and ruby heads glowing in the sun. Your heart almost stops.
Cranes look magnificent. Their trumpeting calls sound astonishing. And they have a courtship dance that has to be seen to be believed.
Before hunting and the draining of our wetlands wiped them out, cranes were plentiful in the UK. Today, about 15 pairs are holding steady in East Anglia, but for a real chance of bringing back their former numbers across the wetlands of the UK, cranes need help.